Monday, 22 July 2013


deploys the “expression”
they were, naturally, unnaturally quiet
the knife on its edge

in summer / time / 
observing the creature it was observed
near misery

these musical
are made of nettles

there are thousands of surfaces you
must cover each with ideal calligraphy
cool breeze in at the windows

inside your thoughts
the music
ideal un-ideal calligraphy

we were completely lost
we’d left our map on the bus
we asked a stranger / where are we / who

you are

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